"Salute to you, Lord of the Luna Wolves."

A mortal whom he did not recognize was bowing to him.

They always like this.

When he saw the short figure beside the door, Horus, the Emperor's favorite son, the Wolf Shepherd of the Empire, and the Primarch of the Sixteenth Legion Astartes, thought of this.

The Primarch who came out of Cthunia still had a friendly smile on his face. His eyes quickly looked at this mortal body, his eyes passing over the glittering medals and buttons, and he was combing them.

With his meticulous hair flowing freely, he was sure that this was a senior officer in the Imperial Army, but he definitely did not belong to his subordinates or the expeditionary fleet, because he could not recognize this person.

He may have fought side by side with the mortal in front of him in some battle, but those temporary battles and friendly forces were as numerous as stars for a Primarch, and it was easy to forget them.

But even so, Horus strode forward and patted this mortal's shoulder affectionately.

【Why are you so polite, my comrade-in-arms.】

The Primarch's voice was like a bell, and even though he never shouted loudly, it still easily rippled through the corridors and rooms.

[You and I are both warriors who have fought bloody battles for the great cause of the empire and humanity. We are all brothers who fight side by side. When do we need such polite etiquette? 】

These friendly words made the mortal officer's shoulders tremble involuntarily, and his voice turned into an incredulous inquiry.

"Do you remember me, my lord?"

Very good, it seems that he did forget something.

[How can a soldier forget his comrades who shed blood and sweat with him? I think every detail of that war, every drop of blood, and every sacrifice will also be imprinted in your memory, my comrade.

】

Beneath this soft voice was the soul of a mortal who could barely keep thinking in the face of the Primarch's courage and charm.

"Yes...yes, sir, of course I remember!"

"On Kotos Noel, it was you and your warriors who came to kill the admiral and warboss of the Orc fleet at the critical moment of the war, and saved my legion, my fleet, and the entire world!"

Cotos Noir…

This name rolled around in the brain of the original body. Horus spent a moment searching for similar fragments in his vast memories and thoughts, and confirmed it in the next moment.

Nothing special, it was a small incident that he would hardly remember: he and Ezekiel, with dozens of warriors, ended the battle within one Terran standard time. In the heart of the Primarch, that

It's like a fun outing on a weekend afternoon.

But in the heart of a mortal, that may be the most memorable and respectful moment in his life.

The Primarch smiled inwardly, and at the same time, he also remembered this mortal's name.

[Nothing, Mr. Auster, it’s nothing. Our arrival is important, but without the heroic fighting of you and your men, the world would not have been able to wait for the moment of our support. You are the real one in that battle.

Heroes and heroes, the one more important than me.】

[You and your soldiers sacrificed their lives fighting for the great cause of the Emperor, and shed their blood and sacrifices. This is enough.]

[In this burning galaxy, no sacrifice will be ignored, just like no betrayal will be forgiven.]

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"Father is wasting his time on these mortals again."

Ezekiel lowered his voice and let out a pitiful chuckle.

He, Ezekiel, or we can use the name that will be more famous and beloved in the future:

Abaddon.

"I really don't understand. What can we have to say to these mortals? Is there any place and time where we must use them? Could it be that without them, we can't destroy countless aliens and rebels from the star of Holy Terra?

Hong Kong fought all the way here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a string of joking remarks appeared next to Abaddon.

"Oh, of course, we don't need them at all. At least the heroic Lord Abaddon doesn't need them at all. He can kill an entire greenskin fleet by himself and swallow an entire rebellious planet into his belly. Completely

No need for covering fire or flanking defenses or anything like that."

"I……"

"Who would need such a girly thing? Our Abaddon is famous for being victorious in every battle~"

"Togaton!"

Abaddon snorted in displeasure from his nose, and there was already laughter all around him.

The Luna Wolf who let out a series of playful laughs was completely free of the embarrassment of being with his companions again. Togaton's face was enveloped in a happy mood as always, and he touched Abaddon's chest affectionately with his elbow.

"Oh, come on, my Ezekiel...are you angry?"

Abadon kept a straight face, as if he was trying his best to express his anger, but when his eyes involuntarily moved to Togaton's face and saw the winking expression, he finally couldn't hold it back.

"Pfft - I, I'm angry - pfft hehe..."

The corner of the corridor was filled with happy air for a while.

When Horus patted the inexplicably excited mortal on the shoulder again, and watched him thank him profusely, as if he had received some huge benefit, and disappeared at the end of the corridor, he turned his head and only saw himself.

His sons were already laughing together.

It took little effort for the Wolf Shepherd to figure out everything that happened here, because Abaddon was smiling, holding Togaton's shoulders, and informing him of the wonderful things that were about to happen in the arena in a tone of laughter.

matter.

Horus waited patiently for his sons to recover from their joy, and then signaled Abaddon and Torgadon to follow him, while the remaining Luna Wolves bid farewell to their genetic father.

Go to the arena or somewhere else to find something to pass the time.

The Shepherd God led his two heirs through a flight of stairs, turned down a long corridor, and finally stopped in front of a private hall.

"Oh... I still miss the Spirit of Vengeance. It's like a place where a warrior should stay."

Looking at the gilding on the armrest, Abaddon couldn't help but complain softly.

[I also miss the Soul of Vengeance, its simple appearance and powerful reputation, as well as the Corridor of Honor and Legion Arena, but unfortunately, Ezekiel, my strongest child, still needs to stay on Mars.

For a while, the maintenance of a Glory Queen class is not an easy task.】

When dealing with the Luna Wolves, Horus's voice is always sincere and firm. This is a voice of trust that mortals can never hear and are never qualified to listen to.

Abaddon fell into a whirlpool of nostalgia and slight dissatisfaction, while Horus slowly opened the door. Inside the door was a palace that was once glorious and extravagant.

The Stats have been renovated, but the shadows of the glory and slackness of the past can still be seen.

There are already people waiting there, and they are the two most trusted sons of Horus: Sejames, and Asimand. Of course, the latter is generally called [Little Horus] by his battle brothers, because he

He is so similar to his genetic father.

Horus slowly walked to the main seat. After several of his heirs were in place, he slowly sat down and announced the beginning of the meeting.

Sejames, Abaddon, Torgaddon and Asimand.

This is the brain that Wolf Shepherd trusts most: the Council of Four Kings.

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"Four Terran standard months have passed since the end of the Battle of Sabis. According to intelligence, the Randan troops on the eastern front have not launched a new offensive. The Dark Angels are trying to move the front forward, and the forging world Shana

It has gradually transformed from a war front line to a supply center."

As always, Sejames stood in the center of the room and presided over the meeting. As one of Horus's favorite sons, this Fourth Captain was also the de facto second person in the Luna Wolves Legion.

[If I remember correctly, according to the last intelligence sent back, some groups in this forging world are dissatisfied with the rule of the empire?]

James nodded, confirming his genetic father's inquiry.

[Yes, some of Shana’s founding bishops and priests believe that they should not be too involved in the war between the empire and Ran Dan, because in the past period of time, Shana has been the core battlefield, and has even been directly defeated by Ran Dan’s main army.

It had landed, so the losses were extremely heavy, which led to the voice of dissatisfaction with the empire intensifying in this world.】

"A bunch of short-sighted idiots, wouldn't those aliens be here without us?"

Abaddon sneered disdainfully, while Horus rubbed his chin, thinking about something.

[My brother Jonson, didn't he try to appease them?]

"The Primarch of the First Legion did hold a meeting in Shana, but according to the leaked intelligence, he used some relatively... tough and direct methods to allow the bishops to continue serving the empire."

Horus chuckled, and he quietly remembered the name of this forging world.

【Okay, let’s continue talking.】

James nodded.

Afterwards, the meeting went on as usual, and everything looked the same as usual: Horus himself rarely spoke directly and put forward opinions. If he could, he preferred to watch these personally selected heirs debate and discuss.

Fully absorb the sparkle of wisdom that shines in their words.

And even if the original body finalizes something personally, he will not let the Luna Wolves bow their heads directly. They will still stick to their opinions until Horus uses perfect logic and words to make them nod, and in some extremely rare cases

In this case, the heir's wisdom will also defeat his genetic father, allowing Horus to cleanly admit that his plan is insufficient.

And in this wonderful atmosphere, their topics extended from the edge of the galaxy to Holy Terra, and then to those places where the war is currently the most intense in the galaxy.

"It is said that the Thirteenth Legion returned empty-handed again."
To be continued...